JOBBING

[20] The Subconscious?

I kept running, chasing the uncertain. In this pitch-black room, I try to touch whatever I can. But only the void I found.

I also hit myself, trying to wake me up from my subconscious, thinking this was all just a dream. But as much as I tried, I didn't get the light.

Nome ... Where were you when I needed you? I kept thinking about it in my mind. Wishing she appeared before me and explained what was really going on right now.

Suddenly a faint sound was heard from behind me, making me turn to the source of the sound. I saw a little blue light moving right and left, starting to grow in size.

Followed by the noise, it turned into a footstroke. Like something was approaching me– in large numbers.

Then the blue light also increased in number, revealing the figure carrying the light–the Greyaq– resident was black-robed and his face exposed anger. Makes me reconsider greeting them.

The footsteps drew closer to me, not letting out any exclamations from their mouths–who had just made it past me unaware of my whereabouts here.

That's not what I'm worried about. It was rather an iron cage that they had brought in the back row, with someone inside that cage who had no hope of life anymore.

"Joba!" I called out his name. But he just resigned inside the cage bowing his head with his blank look.

I followed them immediately where they were going. Sometimes also tried to call back to Joba, but just the same, he did not listen to me. Even the people did not care about my voice that echoed in this room.

I had been following them from behind for a long time, and finally they stopped the footsteps. And it all made me shudder, because when they stopped their steps, they all turned to look at me– with red eyes.

I ended up not picking where I stood.

Trying to throw out just one letter, but my voice was choked to speak. The temperature around me also began to heat up, it felt tight when I took a breath. Obviously the people showed their hatred for me, maybe even killing me if I made a move.

"You're going to die!" they all pointed at me.

"Yes, he is useless.." joba said he could have said that and did not care about my condition which is currently also worried about him.

Then suddenly from behind me was getting hotter, like a blazing fire ready to burn my body. Makes me dare to turn around to see what was going on.

One very tall creature–four meters above me–his body is covered in leather from stone as well as a crack of fire. His face contained only one fiery orange eye as well, and a mouth that revealed sharp teeth.

Obviously this time I saw a real monster, whose own hand had a long scratch ready to pounce on my body.

I'm sitting downstairs. My legs are no longer able to concentrate a body that has been trembling strongly. My heart rate hurts from going too fast. Now, instead of the tightness I felt, I even forgot how to breathe.

And why is it that at this moment I did not faint from seeing this terrible event, beyond the feeling when I found out that Joba could talk and float. It even seems like I'm dead on the spot before the claw pounced on me.

Then the monster gave a raucous laugh, echoing filled the room. He put away his scratch and said, "You are really weak! And it deserves to die!"

After that I heard a little howling of the feet of the Greyaqs behind me, it seemed like they started to step away from me. I can't see completely what's going on, because to blink it feels like I can't anymore.

Nome ... How can you let me be like this? Where is your incredible strength? Even you were just silent in that cage being their captive ....

"Avlein you're weak ...."

Then a faint sound of Joba's voice replying to the words of my heart echoed across the room.

"Avlein you're a coward!"

Continued with the echo of the monster that was still laughing in front of me.

Then the voice of the Greyaqs, who cast their wrath out of his words.

"Avlein ...."

Their voices were all united in this room, filling my mind, calling out with anger. I could only lower my head, clutching my hair with both hands. Shout as hard as I can to fight their voices.

"Avlein ....

Avlein ....

Avlein!" I forcefully opened my eyes. As a result of someone shaking my body strongly.

Making me look at my eyes, it dawned on me that I was already in the royal room of Greyaq.

I also found my whole body wet with sweat water, with Joba next to me still shaking my body while calling my name. I stared at those two yellow eyes fixedly, anxiety clearly already painted on his face.

"Reserve Avlein! You're just having a bad dream!"

I can finally hear his voice clearly. With that, I spontaneously hugged him with all my might.

"I am a coward! I'm weak! But I don't want to die like that! Where are you going? Leaving me like that ...." My voice is raucous.

The details of the tears were also unashamed to put themselves at the end of my eyeball. I drowned my face in her arms, and began to sob and remove this fear.

No matter what my shameful nature is anymore, because it was the first time I felt real. Not even a little like the dream he said.

"You only lose to your anxiety, so you create your own story in your mind! Relax ... You will not die ... Because I'll always be with you." Reply Joba now his palm began to slowly hit my back.

After quite a long time we were in the arms–and I realized it was very strange–finally my feeling was calm as well, pulling my body away from it.

Joba immediately left me, not forgetting to also say, that from earlier the others had been waiting for my presence in the dining room.

When that wide back disappeared from behind the door, I stared intently at both of my palms. Think back to the dream I had and also the words of Joba, who said that the incident was only a creation of my own mind?

But I don't believe it. I felt that what I saw was true, even the heat could still be felt at this time.

And how could I not dwell like that, very different from the Avlein told by Yua.

I can't imagine if a knife were thrown at me, I'm sure I'd run away for cover.

Then it crossed my mind, do I have to prove it again for real?

I looked up and saw what I could do with the things in this room.

A small table with a vase of flowers on it, now stood next to the door of the room. Immediately I pointed my right hand there, thinking I could lift the object. But in vain, not even the strands of the flower moved one bit.

Now I decided to do it close. I picked up an apple on the table next to my bed. My mind focused on looking at the apple, imagining it floating by itself. But still the same, no miracle happened.

I let out a forced breath, better to catch up with those who were already waiting for me. I decided to get ready first and immediately go to the dining room.

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